Snooze leans back into the lounge. "When I arrived in the city, the Master of the City gave me limited choices of employment." Mostly because Snooze was still working for Her, then, and the Doctor couldn't trust him and they didn't like each other at all. "Working at the club seemed the best option, especially since I could only work at night. And... well, like I told you last night. The vampires of my line, my bloodline, we are especially gifted in areas of... allurement."

Snooze looks away, at the fire, for just a brief moment. Then he turns his attention back to Mitz, the flash of malaise gone. "It is a skill, like any other. If you practice it, you become good at it."

Mitz cocks his head. He doesn't need werewolf sense to know that he said something to upset Snooze, and that he's being nice about it. But he does, and they drive it home. "I didn't mean anything by - I mean, I'm sorry."

"No, no, but," Mitz opens his mouth to continue the thought, then pauses to see if he can make sense of it. "It's like - okay, it's not sympathy because I have no idea what you could mean by that, but if you didn't like it then I'm really sorry you didn't like it? Like. It sucks to be in situations you don't like and I understand /that/, so I'm sorry." He stops and takes a breath, then goes pink because now he's embarrassed.

"This exact one?" Mitz asks, but doesn't give Snooze time to answer. "Well, right now I wish I would stop talking. But, I mean, if you mean the pomme situation? It's fine by me. Like, for a few reasons. So. Don't worry about me."

"That is quite normal." Snooze reaches out to touch Mitz's hand, to reassure him. "We tend to keep the practice very private. And I had to leave so quickly last night, I barely had enough time to explain anything to you. The most basic thing that you need to know is that you are not merely just food, not just a blood bag, not just a donor," he says, trying to phrase it in modern terms. "You will be one of the people I trust the most. When we are alone, around you, I can be free to be myself, because I rely upon you for my very existence. And because of these things you give me, you can rely upon me to ensure that you are safe. If you need it, I can provide you with food and housing and employment. We take care of each other. That is the bond between a master and their pomme de sang."

Mitz smiles at the touch, at how pleasant and not condescending it is. He nods then Snooze is finished and digests that information for a second. "Well. Again, that sounds - kind of brilliant. But I don't want to be a burden, and I won't be. I have a place and the pack told me about the freedom in the lair. Here, sorry, I mean. So that's okay. ...do I have to call you something other than your name?"

"You won't be." Snooze decides to let that lie. Mitz will see, after time, that Snooze is delighted to have a pomme--to have him as a pomme. "We should perhaps work out a schedule. For which nights you can be here, and which nights I am working, so you're aware."

"Oh! Yeah, that's actually a really good idea," Mitz says, pulling a small notepad out of his pocket. It's old and beat up, but there are a few clean pages left in it. "I'll leave my number, too. I'm up at all hours these days - still getting used to the huge energy levels I'm reaching now - so don't worry about that at /all/."

That sounds nice, but if Mitz wants to keep the whole werewolf thing as quiet as he can for as long as he can from Mouse then it'll probably be best if he spends as little time as possible at the lair. "Thank you," he says, genuinely grateful. "But I don't think I will. I guess I'm still in the closet about stuff and I don't want to risk being here during the day. Does that make sense? I'm sorry, that probably sounds dickish."

Mitz relaxes a little and sits back, smiling. "Okay," he says. "Hey, this is working out okay, huh? I mean, I feel good about this. I know I'm not, like, number one choice if you had to pick me out of a line but, but this is good, right?"

Snooze is curious about Mitz's self-esteem. It's not that uncommon, especially for werewolves who are in the closet, so to speak--they hate themselves, what they've become, and denigrate themselves regularly because of it. Still... Snooze has to wonder what he can do to improve the situation. He's never been all that good at helping people with self-esteem issues. It's very curious that the Doctor matched up Snooze and Mitz. "This is good," he agrees. "I feel like we could be good partners."

"That's really impressive," Mitz says suddenly, interested and pretty much studying Snooze's smile. "That you don't show fang, I mean. Do they retract, or...? Should I even be asking? Holy crap." He looks at the ceiling, beyond exasperated with himself.

Snooze may even chuckle slightly at that, the sudden turn in topic. "You acn ask. Older vampires learn to show fang less. Mostly we show fang when it is necessary--to intimdate, for example. Younger vampires have much less control."

"Does that mean you're super powerful?" Mitz could be okay with being a pomme to a powerful vampire. Not the future that his parents had in mind for him, but it's still pretty cool. "The Doctor said something about wolves being beholden to you or something, and you don't have to show off your fangs..."

Snooze might as well have said that he was as powerful as the Doctor, the look on his face is so full of awe. "Jeez. ...cool." He can't think of anything better to say. What do you say to something like /that/?

Mitz smiles a little more, though still careful enough. "Y'know, you could have just let me believe like you were the second most powerful guy around," he jokes weakly. He's starting to feel sorry for Snooze, again, for getting a second rate pomme. He's so nice. He deservessomeone waaaaay more impressive than Mitz.